oh silent night, oh holy night.  the nights when you'd
lie down beside me, and i'd be a beggar by a well.  i'd let it all fall
down, but i've never known a sense of home so well.  in a sea foam
covered vacant lot, i'll lay it out to fade off.  oh silent night, oh holy
night, the nights i hung around outside til closing time, to drive you
back to your house.  i'd let it all fall down, but longing's sound is dog-
howl loud.  and all the pretty things you said are still living in my
head, but i know the silent night is dead cause it's ghost comes back
and visits, and sits on the edge of my bed.  yeah he just sits there, he
just sits there and grins.